Freedom is not the power of choosing what I want. There is no such a power. First, because it’s not up to me to decide what I can want (I...

We know and experience reality by getting in touch with it. This figurative way of speech is taken quite literally in the discourses of...

It rains, and rains, and rains— The earth is a drum of a thousands Rhythms, yet so dry it remains— Words like trembling droplets that...

I became interested in contemplative practices six years ago. For some reason, it didn’t remain a side hobby, but quickly became the...

Blindfolded by our little stories We roam prisoners of petty desires. Afraid of falling, we forgot how to Stand on earth and roll, and...

Did you hear? The future is sold out. I wanted to give you my smartest words. But it will take ages for them to Paint even a rough...

Keep the Truth, I want to fall. Don't wake me up. You're my dream. I don't care for the wise, they understand not. Gravity is my guide,...

Sleepwalkers all around, deep into their dreams. I slipped in the empty room, Searching for the dawn of movement. You were there. Were...

A bit of background In a couple of other posts (this and this) I have described the general idea behind free conscious movement (or the...

Did you hear the song of the ground? A soft tune beating here beneath Your feet. Listen! As it whispers: "You can trust me. Yield, roll,...

The following notes present a general vision and some practical guidelines for highlighting the potential of embodied conscious movement...

Experience is always about content and container, life-form and environment, center and horizon. Most often, our attention is focused on...

Behold! This is my game. You shall these meadows cross, And straight till the end go (and again, and again, and again). Nothing expects...

You are my secret, Hidden in plain sight. The taste of water, The fragrance of air, The touch of space, The sound of silence, The color...

What is your deepest aspiration? What is your highest goal? In one of his discourses (MN 29) the Buddha invited us to stop nowhere short...

I’m no poet. If I were, I could sing Wordless beats. My yearning’s Beauty can But Music Understand— Sometimes, if I let it Come close...

This year, I wanted to turn Global Hermeneutics (The Tragedy of the Self) into an occasion for exposing students the idea that genuine...

The short version: 1. Any identity is based on the proscription of certain ways of moving in order to facilitate others. Identity filters...

Philosophy is often conceived (and practiced) as something that is done mostly by ‘thinking’ about a given subject, analysing its...

What are we really looking for? I mean, really. When we ask this question, ordinarily we come up with a list of ideals: happiness, love,...